Tess Bybee - Hit/Miss

Folded arms
You bow you head
But not to pray
You hide your sickness.

Silent harms
That fill your bed
But not to play
A subtle thickness.

Police Alarms
That follow lead
But not to stay
Some sort of hit/miss.

Tess Bybee

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